#stray kids chris x male reader

[gn4bnahc]

Bangchan fucking you while you’re asleep 💤

MDNI!!!!

Masterlist (Please Check it out 😭🙏)

[succubus-hansol]

.₊•✧˚┊Cuddles with Chris┊˚✧•₊.

Straddling Chris in bed with his face squished in between your hands as you giggle down at him. He has the biggest goofy smile and prettiest rosey blush painted across his face as you peck his nose and tell him how beautiful, how amazing he truly is. Gently cupping his face as your thumbs caress the apple of his cheeks. Just staring at his face, into his eyes with a distant, content smile. His hands would reach up and be placed over yours and nuzzle closer into your warm palms.

Rolling off his lap to lay next to him, pulling him tightly into your chest and planting a lingering kiss to the crown of his head that's nestled under your chin. Chan would be a blushing mess, hiding his beet-red face in the fabric of your hoodie (really his hoodie). His arms are tightly wrapped around your waist while yours are encompassing his shoulders. Holding each other close like either of you could disappear in an instant.

As you softly hum to the song playing in the background, Chris feels the vibrations through your chest, adding to the content warmth of the embrace shared between you both. He pulls his head away and looks up at you with a twinkle in his eye. Staring back at him in confusion and amusement you ask what's wrong, that's when a gentle smile takes over his face and he mumbles out a loving ‘I love you’ and gently places a prolonged kiss to your lips. His head then returned to snuggling under your chin, squeezing your waist and trying to pull you further into him. Tightening your grip around his shoulders you mumble a simple ‘Love you more’ into his hair as your lips press firmly into the soft mess.

As the soft melodies drift out of the long-forgotten phone on the nightstand, you and Chan fall into a tranquil sleep. Free from the burdens and stress of work, the anxiety of what will happen tomorrow, and the fear of success. Nothing matters as long as you both are with each other.

Yes this is based on the video he sent on bubble leave me alone

[bangchansdirty-slut]

A bf!top!bang chan x bf!botMalereader. The reader finds out that bang chan had a sexy photoshoot (wearing a work attire but shirtless) that the reader just straight up wanting the ride bang chan. The reader imagined riding bang chan, bang chan the man he was, surprised the reader by wearing the same attire (the shirtless work attire) he was wearing during photoshoot. The reader let his imagination happen irl, riding bang chan.

Paring: Top!Chan x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry for the delay, I had some schoolwork to finish. Also, Chan looks SO FINE in the photo!

On a fateful day, M/n was scrolling through their Instagram feed, mindlessly passing the time when a familiar face caught their eye. It was Chris, M/n's boyfriend, on the cover of a famous magazine! Dressed in a crisp white shirt, tailored black slacks, and a navy blue tie, he looked every inch the charming and successful businessman he was. But there was something else about the photo that made M/n's heart race and their palms sweat: he was shirtless. The top button of his pants was undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs. M/n couldn't help but feel a rush of desire surging through his veins as he stared at the image, imagining what it would be like to ride him.

M/n quickly snapped out of his reverie and decided to take matters into his own hands. He recorded a video message for Chris, pouring out his lust and adoration for him. "You look so sexy in that photo, Chris. I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice shaking with emotion. "I want you so badly, I want to ride you. Please, can we make this happen tonight?" With a shaky thumbs up, M/n sent the video off, praying that Chris would get the message and make his wildest fantasy come true.

As the hours ticked by, M/n waited anxiously for Chris to respond. He couldn't help but feel giddy with anticipation, imagining what it would be like to finally have his lover in his arms again. Finally, just as M/n was about to give up hope, his phone lit up with a notification. Chris had replied to his message. "Hey, gorgeous," he wrote, "I've been thinking about you too. How about I surprise you tonight? Just wait until you see what I have in store."

M/n's heart leapt into his throat as he read Chris's message. He couldn't believe his luck! His boyfriend was going to make his wildest fantasy come true. With bated breath, M/n spent the rest of the day planning their special evening together. He prepared a romantic dinner, lit candles, and put on Chris's favorite music. The moment Chris walked through the door, M/n's heart skipped a beat. He was wearing the same shirtless work attire he had worn in the photoshoot!

"You look incredible," M/n breathed, taking in Chris's chiseled physique. "I can't believe you're actually doing this for me." Chris grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I wanted to make sure I lived up to your expectations," he replied, walking over to M/n and pulling him into a passionate kiss. As they made their way to the bedroom, M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude washing over him. His boyfriend had taken the time to make this special night happen just for him.

In the bedroom, Chris lowered himself onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as M/n climbed onto his lap. The feel of Chris's hard, muscular thighs beneath him sent a thrill through M/n's body. He reached down and pushed Chris's pants to his knees, revealing his toned stomach fully. As M/n began to pull Chris's boxers, Chris reached down and guided his hand, helping him pull them down.

"You're so sexy, Chris," M/n whispered, his voice shaking with desire. "I can't believe I'm finally here with you like this." He leaned forward, kissing Chris passionately as he gripped his hips, guiding him into his hand. Chris let out a low moan into their kiss, his hips moving in sync with M/n's touch. As he stroked Chris, he could feel the heat radiating off of his skin, the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath his touch.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Chris asked breathlessly, his eyes searching M/n's face for any sign of hesitation. "I want you to feel every inch of me." M/n nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation. He leaned forward, kissing Chris again before slowly lowering himself down, guiding Chris's hard length inside him. There was a moment of resistance as their bodies adjusted, but then M/n felt himself sink deeper, a sense of rightness washing over him as Chris filled him completely.

He moaned, arching his back as he began to move up and down, meeting Chris's thrusts. The sounds of their flesh slapping together echoed in the room, mingling with the soft sounds of their labored breathing. M/n gripped Chris's shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his fingers as Chris powered into him. With each thrust, he could feel the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

The scent of their sweat filled the air, and the bedcovers were quickly becoming tangled beneath them. M/n leaned forward, biting his lip as he watched his own reflection in Chris's eyes. They were filled with desire and passion, a look that made him feel both incredibly wanted and completely loved. He could feel the tension building inside him, the familiar tightening in his stomach as he neared the brink of orgasm.

As he rode Chris, he reached down and wrapped his hand around them, stroking in time with their movements. The heat from their bodies mingled, and he could feel every inch of Chris's chest and stomach pressed against his skin. He moaned, arching his back as he found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Chris's breath came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping M/n's hips tightly as he met each thrust.

The bed squeaked beneath them, the mattress beginning to give way beneath their combined weight. M/n glanced down, watching as his own body moved in tandem with Chris'. He felt a sense of power and control, knowing that he was the one driving this encounter, the one who could make Chris lose his mind with desire. His heart raced, the blood pounding in his ears drowning out all other sounds.

He leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss as he continued to ride Chris. His hips moved in a steady, rhythmic motion, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. Chris's hands roamed over his back, his chest, cupping his ass and urging him on. The sensation of being so intimately connected to Chris was overwhelming, and M/n could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Their skin was slick with sweat, and the air in the room was thick with the scent of desire. M/n reached down between them, stroking them both in time with their movements, feeling the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him with each thrust. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

As he rode Chris, his body tensed, his muscles bunching beneath his skin. He threw his head back, letting out a long, shuddering moan as the orgasm swept over him in a wave of heat and pleasure. His hips bucked wildly, and he felt himself spilling over Chris's cock, his essence pooling around them. Chris let out a hoarse cry, his body tensing as he arched upward, his hips bucking helplessly against M/n's hand.

Their bodies were intertwined, sweat-slick and trembling. M/n collapsed forward, resting his weight on Chris's chest as they caught their breath. He could feel the softness of Chris's skin against his own, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The room was still, the air heavy with the scent of their lovemaking.

Chris shifted beneath him, rolling them over so that M/n was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at M/n with a mixture of tenderness and desire. "You're beautiful," he whispered, trailing his fingers along M/n's jaw.

M/n closed his eyes, the warmth of Chris's touch spreading through him. He felt the weight of Chris's body press against his own, the hardness of his cock rubbing against his thigh. "I love you," he murmured, lifting a hand to stroke Chris's cheek. They lay there for a moment, simply enjoying the closeness and the intimacy of their connection.

[cantstops1mping]

Bored

꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

// 🖤 - smut//

2121 words

{ao3}

§Yang Jeong-in | I.N. x m!reader x Christopher Bahng | Bangchan, m!reader x OT8 Stray Kids§

[male reader, bottom!reader, top!Yang Jeong-in | I.N., top!Christopher Bahng | Bangchan, 9th member!reader, maknae!reader, reader gets called: dove. jagi. jagiya. slut. whore, skirt, stockings, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamics, crying during sex, oral sex m.receiving (reader & bangchan), anal sex, unprotected sex, punishment, femboy not really, humiliation kink, groping, free use, couch sex, threesome, size kink, porn with plot]

«Jeongin got bored and you were the only one who could cure his boredom.»

This is my first smut! hope you all like it! (>/////< " )

Lee Know had put you in a skirt as punishment for being a brat while you all were filming Skzcode last week. 

The skirt punishment, one you hated with your entire being. No underwear, stockings, and this very small skirt which left little to the imagination. It only covered half of your ass and left your dick fully revealed at the front. 

The skirt meant free use, not that free use isn't always a thing, but it's more than usual. Over the couch, on the floor, pressed on the wall, on the counter, in the shower, everywhere.

Depending on how bad you were, a time limit was given for how long you had to wear the skirt. Sometimes it was a day, sometimes it was a week, sometimes even 2 weeks.

This time, it was only a week; a week of pure humiliation from all the other members. 

“Aww look at your tiny dick just hanging there; do you have no shame?”

“Dove, I dropped this mind picking it up?”

“Did that get you hard? Everything just goes straight to your dick doesn’t it?”

That's just a few of the things they say, along with sneaking pictures of your ass; the entire time is a nightmare for you.

Today you were happy to find out that 3racha and Seungmin were out to the studio to record and edit, while danceracha was out practicing, leaving you in an empty house. 

Well, almost empty. Everyone was out except Jeongin, your youngest hyung.

You wish you could take off the skirt but Jeongin was still here. You knew you would get spanked if ever tried taking it off and hiding it so you kept it on. You just opted to just stay in your room all day.

…

“Jagi, mind getting me water?” Jeongin yells from the living room

“Ok!” you yell back unhappily.

Slowly you walk out of your room and to the living room. You see Innie playing a game. Trying to quickly pass by him he grabs your arm and yanks you on his lap. “had to distract me didn’t you? Walking by like a slut in that short skirt.” he says while groping your ass.

As he gropes your ass, you can't help but get hard.

“already hard? You only think with your dick, don't you?” he says into your ear slyly.

He quickly manhandles you to lie on the couch. Ass up on the arm of the couch leaving your legs hanging off the side of the couch. “Hyung! Wait!” you yelp as he moves you around like a ragdoll.

“Wait? Why? Let me make you feel good, jagiya. You clearly want it” he smirked making you blush.

He lifts your skirt up to reveal the entirety of your hardened dick. He wraps his hand around the base of your erection. Jeongin’s hand almost covers your entire dick. Just leaving the tip out. “Look at how small your dick is. You can barely see it.” He says as he fakes a pout. 

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as Jeongin continues to taunt you about the size of your dick. He starts to stroke you slowly, his grip firm but gentle. You can't help but moan softly at the sensation, the embarrassment mixing with pleasure in a confusing whirlwind of emotions.

Jeongin leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "Do you like that, whore? Do you like being teased and humiliated like the naughty little slut you are?" His words send shivers down your spine.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building up inside you. Jeongin's hand works magic on you, his movements, calculated and precise, driving you wild with need. You grip the edge of the couch tightly, your whole body tingling with anticipation.

As you reach your peak, Jeongin speeds up his strokes, his thumb rubbing against your tip in just the right way to send you over the edge. With a strangled cry, you come hard, the intensity of your release leaving you breathless and dizzy. Jeongin smirks triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around your spent cock.

You lie there, panting and flushed, feeling a strange mixture of shame and satisfaction wash over you. You see Jeongin go down on his knees. “Wait what a-” You're interrupted by a moan escaping as Jeongin puts your dick in his mouth. It immediately hardened as you felt his wet mouth. 

“W-wait I just came!” you whine as he starts bobbing his head up and down. 

He quickly releases your dick from his mouth with a pop. “you're telling me your dick isn't hard?” he says quickly as he goes back to sucking your cock.

You can't help but moan at the sensation of his warm mouth enveloping your sensitive length once again. Jeongin's skilled tongue swirls around you, expertly teasing and coaxing another wave of pleasure from your body. Despite just having come, your cock responds eagerly to his ministrations, hardening once more under his touch.

The feeling of Jeongin's mouth moving up and down your shaft, the wet heat and suction creating an overwhelming sensation that leaves you gasping and writhing beneath him. You can't believe how good it feels.

As Jeongin continues his relentless assault on your cock, you can feel yourself reaching the edge once again. The pleasure builds and builds, spiraling out of control until you can't hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, you release once more, into Jeongin’s mouth. Your body shuddering with the force of your climax.

Jeongin pulls back and swallows, a satisfied smirk on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Such a naughty little slut, coming for me twice in a row," he says, his voice dripping with amusement and satisfaction. You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through you.

As you catch your breath, Jeongin leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Don't think this is over, baby. I'm just getting started with you." as he says this his hand engulfs your cock again.

“Wait! Hyung, please it's too much! Hyung!” you begged in between moans, almost crying.

“Why would I stop when you're already hard?” He says with a smirk on his face.

You feel yourself being pushed to the edge once again, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as Jeongin's hand works its magic on your sensitive length. His touch is relentless, driving you wild with need and desire. You can't help but moan and writhe beneath him, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear.

As Jeongin continues to stroke you, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself teetering on the brink of another release. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as you spiral closer and closer to the edge. The rings on his hands leaving a cooling effect on your heated length, making you weak.

You try pushing jeongin's hand off of your overstimulated cock. Trying to not burst into tears from the overstimulation.

“Hey, has anyone seen m-” Chan gets interrupted with a moan from you.

“Chan, can you hold his hands?” Jeongin asks the older man.

“No, no! Please!” You weep. Begging Chan to stop Jeongin from any further assault on your dick.

Chan hesitates for a moment, looking conflicted as he sees the distress written all over your face. But ultimately, he complies with Jeongin’s request and takes hold of your hands, preventing you from pushing Jeongin away.

As Jeongin continues to pleasure you, Chan watches with a mixture of curiosity and arousal, he can feel his dick hardening. His grip on your hands was harsh. He can see the tears welling up in your eyes and the way your body trembles from the overwhelming sensations.

Jeonging slips two fingers into your ass. Adding to the simulation, making you cry harder.

The mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelming your senses. Jeongin's expert touch on your cock, combined with the intrusion of his fingers into your ass, sends you spinning into a whirlwind of pleasure. Tears stream down your face as you fall completely to the mercy of your youngest hyung and Chan, who holds your hands in place, preventing you from escaping the intense pleasure coursing through your body.

Your moans and cries fill the room, the sound of your desperation and need echoing off the walls. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that threatens to consume you entirely. The humiliation mingling with the overwhelming pleasure in a way that excites you.

As Jeongin continues to pleasure you, his fingers moving in and out of your ass with a relentless rhythm, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of another release. The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to consume you entirely. You can't help but cry out in ecstasy, your body trembling with the force of your impending climax.

With a final, guttural moan, you feel yourself climax once more, your body shaking with the force of your release. You're left panting and breathless, completely spent and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you. Jeongin smirks triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around your quivering cock.

As you try to catch your breath, Jeongin leans in close once again, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're such a good little slut, aren't you? Coming for us like that, over and over again." His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of shame and pleasure washing over you.

Jeongin flips you over on your stomach with one swift motion, making you yelp. He presses your face into the cushions of the couch, your ass exposed and vulnerable. You can hear Jeongin shuffling behind you, while Chan gets his rock-hard cock out. 

With a sudden thrust, Jeongin pushes his dick into you, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sensation of being penetrated so suddenly and forcefully sends a jolt of electricity through your body, causing you to clench your muscles in response. You can feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you to your limits and filling you in a way that leaves you breathless.

Meanwhile, Chan positions himself in front of you, his hard cock bobbing in front of your face. He taps your cheek gently, indicating that he wants you to open your mouth for him. You comply, feeling a sense of submission and obedience as you eagerly take him into your mouth. The taste of him is musky and slightly salty, but you find yourself enjoying the feeling of him against your tongue.

As Jeongin continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself being pushed to the brink once again. The sensation of being taken from both ends is overwhelming, the thrill of the situation only adding to your arousal. You can feel the beginning of a familiar tension building in your body, the pleasure and pain mixing together in a heady cocktail that threatens to drive you over the edge.

You can hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the groans and moans filling the room as you're being used by both Jeongin and Chan. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the intensity of the moment almost suffocating in its power. You can feel yourself surrendering to the sensations, losing yourself in the pleasure of being taken so thoroughly and completely.

As Jeongin's thrusts became more erratic and desperate, you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of another climax. The pressure building inside you is almost unbearable, the need for release driving you to the brink of oblivion. You can't help but cry out, the overwhelming sensations taking hold of you completely.

With a final, desperate cry, you feel yourself plummet over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your release. You can feel Chan pulsing inside your mouth, his own climax adding to the intensity of the moment. You're left trembling and breathless, completely spent and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

As you lie there, panting, you can feel Jeongin and Chan's hot breath on your skin, their bodies pressed against yours in a tangle of limbs and sweat. “Honestly I called you over to get me water because I was bored and hard,” Jeongin says to you smirking 

“And I forgot what I came here for,” Chan says with a groan.

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[moonlightwonie]

Can I please request something with bang chan?

You've been trapped by his presence and he won't let you go and you're losing the spark in your eyes and chan doesn't know what to do.

So he tries to fuck his love unto you.

'Tell me how to make you happy?', 'tell me what I need to do for you to love me'

TW: ANGST & SMUT, NSFW 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️

bf!bangchan x gn reader || word count: 1.3k

angst, crying, dirty talk, spit, choking, kind of toxic tbh (oops) i wrote a lot, so prepare yourself 🫣

꧁ MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE꧂

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 🔮 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

you and chan had been dating for a little over a year now, from the moment you two started dating, you had always spent so much time together. whenever you weren’t together it was only because of work or day to day activities, where you absolutely couldn’t be together. he’d always showed you and told you how much he loved you from the beginning, which was a little overwhelming to you at first, but you were still attracted to him and loved being around him. you could tell that he was a special guy, you just needed some time to get comfortable and let yourself fall for him.

as time went on, you just felt the spark kind of dying out, atleast on your end. you loved chan, but whenever it came down to anything intimate, you just weren’t feeling any… electricity; and that really bugged you, because how could you not be sexually attracted to him?? he’s handsome, has a big heart, a wicked sense of humor, and he treated you like a queen. he was a total sweetheart, you were his whole world. his top most priority was making you feel happy and loved. you couldn’t keep going on like this, how could you lead him on any further? you didn’t want to hurt him, you did love him after all, you just weren’t feeling that spark anymore.

once he got home from practice, you were immediately greeted with a big, bright smile and open arms, “heyy, baby!! c’mere, i missed you” he said as you walked over to him and gave him a small hug, which was nothing compared to the giant bear hug he gave you. “chris, we have to talk… it’s important” you muttered as you nervous bit on your lip, averting your gaze to the floor as you tried to calm your nerves.

the cheeriness and joy in his eyes quickly turned to worry and concern, taking your hands in his as he looked at you with a small frown. “w-what is it, y/n? is something wrong?” he’d ask you, making you shake your head and walk him over to the couch. “i don’t know how to say this… but… uh, well…” you’d start saying before looking up into his eyes, seeing the anxiety plastered on his face.

“it’s okay, it’s okay… just.. just say it, love” he muttered softly as he fought some tears in his eyes. because deep down he had a feeling of where this conversation was going. he could feel the difference in how you looked at him, the hesitation whenever he’d go to hold your hand, whenever he kissed you or when you two had sex, everything just felt off.

you sighed softly at his words and shook your head, “i.. chris, you’re such a good guy.. and you have always treated me so so well” you started to say, “but i just… i don’t think i have feelings for you anymore… i love you, just… just not like-“ you were cut off by your boyfriend, “just not what? like a boyfriend?? is that it?” he covered his mouth, tears boiling in his eyes as he tried to form proper sentences through the hurt, “how long have you felt this way? is it something i said or did? is something i didn’t do???”.

“no no no, baby, it’s nothing that you did.. it’s just-“ you went to wipe his tears, but he shook his head and gently pushed your hands away. “is it because of my schedule? i’ll drop everything if it means making you stay.. i’ll do anything for you to stay, absolutely anything for you to love me!! just tell me, y/n, what do i have to do for you to love me??” he asked as he fell to his knees infront of you. “do i not please you good enough? b-because i can do better, yeah.. i can be better for you and make you feel good, is that what you want, baby??” he asked eagerly as he bit his lip whilst looking into your eyes, tears filled in his own as he gently caressed your knees, “please?”.

fuck. you had no words. god, you hated yourself for this. you had this precious man literally crying on his knees, begging for you to love him. why couldn’t you just be normal and fall for him? fuck. you hated it whenever chan would cry, especially knowing it was because of you. “chris, it’s not that easy.. it’s not like that” you’d tell him as you wiped away his tears, “well can’t i atleast try? do you know how much this kills me? i just want you to love me” he sniffled whilst tilting his head, “please, please let me show you how much i love you? maybe i can make you love me, one way or another, i don’t care”.

you sighed heavily before nodding and caving into his words, sniffling at your own tears as you looked down into his eyes. “o-okay, channie… just please don’t cry” you said before you were interrupted by a sudden kiss to your lips. he cupped your face and pulled you in closer, kissing you deeply as he began untying his sweatpants. you had to admit, you didn’t mind having sex with him, you just didn’t feel the emotional elements of it with him… or maybe just not as deeply as him.

one thing lead to another, the two of you had been lying on the same couch you’d both been crying on, feeling him split you open with his cock and hold your hips in place. you couldn’t help but moan and mutter his name, he’d been making you feel so good, after all. “y-ya like that, baby? does.. hmm, does that feel good?” he’d asked you as he leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, “do you see how much i love you? how much i’m willing to prove my love for you?” he muttered against your salty skin. you didn’t know what to say, you had already been feeling all fucked out AND he was making you feel good, but you still felt so guilty, because you knew this wouldn’t change anything, and yet here you were letting him use your body like this.

“tell me you love me, baby.. p-please? please just tell me once?” he begged as he looked deep into your eyes, making you sigh and throw your head back, “i… i.. i can’t” you said through your moans, feeling a pit in your stomach as you cursed yourself. “w-what?” he asked with wide eyes, slowing down his movements as he looked into your eyes. “just tell me what i have to do to make you happy… tell me what the fuck i need to do in order to make you love me, y/n?” he said as he unintentionally tightened his grip on your hips, feeling frustrated.

as strange as it may sound, you rarely ever heard him swear, so it you found it a little hot when you heard him say ‘fuck’ and hold your hips so mean. you felt a little tickle in your stomach as you bit your lip. you were so used to your boyfriend being so gentle with you and being afraid to hurt you, but right now all you wanted was him to take out his hurt and stress onto you and manhandle you. “can you.. b-be a little rougher? i can take it.. just don’t be gentle” you said softly as you felt your cheeks heat up, “i’ll use the safeword if i want you to stop”.

chan was taken a little aback by what you had asked of him. he was certainly surprised, but lord knows he’d do absolutely anything to make you happy and to love him, so he did just as you asked. he picked up the pace of his movements and began pounding in and out of you at an almost animalistic rate whilst you wore his hand around your neck like the prettiest choker you’d ever worn. “do you like being treated like a filthy whore, baby? is that all it takes for you?” he snarled at you as he forced your mouth open and spit into it. he grinned widely when he seen your eyes light up.

you couldn’t contain yourself, you were tugging at his wavy locks and screaming so loud for him, he’d never made you feel this good before- no one had. “d-don’t stop… please, daddy” you begged him desperately, the nickname you referred to him as only encouraged him to go harder, “feels so good”. not too long after, you both finally finished and rode out your highs. shit, you were seeing stars and could barely think straight. but one thing was for sure, not being treated like you were something fragile for once made you feel something, for sure. who knew all it took was for your boyfriend to treat you like a whore every now and then? <3333

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 🔮 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

i hope you enjoyed that, i apologize if that wasn’t you had in mind! i hope you guys liked it hehe<333

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[dean-a-mean-tae]

Fragile | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

How Christopher and Nicholas became Chan and Nick.

WARNINGS: Nick smokes, predebut!Nick and predebut!Chan, Nick is a bit of a pushover. Talk about Nick's childhood.

@cafekitsune made the dividers | Nicholas Ross Master List

When they first met, the first thing Chan noticed was how quiet Nick was. He didn't like crowds, and his social skills were next to nothing. While some trainees were confident or nervous, Nicholas was just there.

They saw him as another kid with unkempt hair and anxiety. Chan saw Nicholas Ross, an Afro-Korean boy with hair more like his mother's than his father's. Or at least, that's what Nick told him.

But there were some things Nick couldn't tell Chan. Some things he didn't notice about himself, but Chan did, like how he treated everything with care and precision.

He thought outside the box. He gave everyone second chances while holding them at arm's length. He wasn't silent, he was quiet. If you listened closely, you could hear his mumbles. He could explain other people's emotions but was clueless about himself.

Chan remembers overhearing instructors talking about Nicholas.

"He has talent. He just can't put it forward."

"He's too stiff."

"He can't put emotion in his performance."

"Maybe if he had some friends, they could help him better."

Nicholas was a shadow, a silhouette. It's not by choice. Something is blocking the light from shining on him. It's leaving him as the outline of what he could be.

"Hey Nick," Chan called, waiting for Nicholas to turn to him. "Are we friends?"

"Have you earned my trust?" Nick asked. His voice was soft. Not weak, but soothing and quiet. Like him.

"I don't know," Chan said, shrugging his shoulders. He frowned when Nicholas shrugged back at him.

"There you go. You don't know if you earned my trust, so I don't know if we're friends."

"How will I know?" Chan asked.

"Trust is fragile. You'll know when you know," Nick answered, turning away to stretch.

Trust is fragile.

When you meet someone, you give them a slither of trust. How they treat you will break that trust or build it. It's easy to break trust but hard to mend it back. Fragile.

So Chan did what Nicholas did. He watched. For a whole week, Chan observed Nicholas. How he reacted, how he moved, his process, everything. It both amazed and hurt Chan what he saw.

Nick is cautious, not out of respect but out of fear. He doesn't look anyone in the eye, even those younger than him. He's there but not present. He laughs on cue and speaks only when spoken to. He never chases beyond familiarity: a puppet without a master.

But he's so gentle. Too gentle. They abuse it.

"It's not like he cares."

"It's one song. If he didn't want me to use it, he wouldn't have shown it to me."

He's in pain. Chan doesn't know where, but he knows Nick is hurting. Maybe it's physical. He trained too hard and sprained his ankle. Or, perhaps it's emotional. A cut too deep, even the best bandages and stitches can't fix it.

Hesitation was Nick's second nature, and Chan was ready to break it.

It was when he found Nick crying, curled up on the couch in one of the meeting rooms. That was when he'd earned his trust.

He didn't say anything. Chan sat next to Nicholas and held him. He let the younger cry. He let him cry until sobs became sniffles, and sniffles became shuddered breaths.

"Thanks, friend," Nick whispered, nuzzling Chan's neck. If he looked up, he would have seen Chan's face. A smile so big his eyes disappeared, and his dimples popped.

"You're welcome, peanut," Chan whispered as he played with the younger's curls.

Nick looked up at him with a weird expression, "Peanut?"

"It just slipped out," Chan huffed, laughing when Nicholas snorted.

Maybe that's why Nicholas felt safe enough to tell Chan. Chan is a safe space.

His safe space.

They were outside, Nicholas sitting with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Chan sat a little away from him, not liking the smell but not wanting to leave him. The pair was silent for a while, Nicholas taking another puff of his cigarette before speaking in English. "Wanna know why I'm so fucked up?"

"You're not fucked up, but sure," Chan answered, turning to face Nick.

"I think it's because of my parents," He whispered, smoke escaping his mouth and nostrils as he sighed. He waved his cigarette before stamping it on the ground as he chuckled dryly, "I'm surprised I was able to get away with this."

"What do you mean?" Chan whispered.

"They dictated everything, and they had access to everything. I wasn't allowed to do anything they thought didn't fit me," Nick explained, his voice rough from smoking.

"So, you didn't have a childhood..."Chan trailed off, leaning his chin on his knees.

It all makes sense: the lack of emotional understanding, fear of others and loud noises, and extreme caution. You can't build that experience if they force you to feel other's emotions.

"You don't know what to say when I ask you what you want," Chan continues. Though his eyes are on Nicholas, his mind is elsewhere.

It makes sense that he doesn't have a favorite anything. You can't find your own if you spend your whole life eating other people's favorites.

"I'm gonna help you find yourself," Chan said, his brows furrowed in determination.

Chan will take Nicholas out to different restaurants and write down his reactions. At the end of each outing, he'll ask Nick to rate the food and his experience.

Sometimes, Nick needs space, so he hides in Chan's studio. The pair will be doing separate things in the comfort of each other's presence.

Nicholas might be Chan's quietest kid. Occasionally, he's loud, but overall, he's reticent.

Even though Nicholas is taller than Chan, you can always find him hiding behind the oldest.

Whenever the group goes out, Chan randomly stops and spins in a circle, looking for Nicholas.

Most of the time, Nicholas is beside him, slightly behind him. His footsteps are quiet, and he never really says anything, so it's easy to lose him.

Whenever Nicholas feels intense emotions, his nose flares repeatedly and sometimes twitches. So, Chan will ask him to explain how he's feeling, and he'll call out different emotions based on the description.

The members think he resembles a rabbit when this happens.

Alas, their relationship isn't always sweet.

Nicholas has PTSD from growing up and is finally having the freedom of a "childhood."

Unfortunately, Nicholas will clam up if he feels he's stepped out of line. Immediately, he'll look away from everyone and make himself as small as possible.

Because he was yelled at his whole life, it's not hard for Nicholas to stay in the shadows.

Nicholas Ross Master List

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[liyatime]

💭 . . . " TOUCH YOU , TOUCH ME " . 🌊 . . (REQUESTED) 💙 (REALLY SHORT)

🌊 pairing ; bangchan x male reader

🌊 genre ; fluff

🌊 cw ; none

🌊 a/n ; sorry it's short 💧💧

they were perfect for each other. bangchan and (m/n) , like fire and water , sun and moon.

bangchan loved (m/n)'s daily visits , they usually watched movies , listened to music in silence , or ate together. but today is wednesday , and on wednesdays they cuddled.

(m/n) knocked on bangchan's door , he was giddy and couldn't wait to meet his boyfriend (as if he doesn't see him everyday). bangchan soon answered the door and brought (m/n) into a warm hug , leading him inside the house.

(m/n) tapped his white cane onto bangchan's floor , feeling his surroundings until bangchan announced they made it to his room. bangchan jumped onto his bed and helped (m/n) onto it , gripping his hands and laying his white cane by the bed frame. "you want extra blankets?" channie asked , (m/n) shook his head no and just laid down , letting chan pull him closer.

there was background noise from chan's tv , from the bustling city of seoul outside , and from the whispers that came from his mouth and into (m/n)'s ear , making his face hot , and a smile appear on his face. chan's arms were wrapped around his boyfriend's body , gripping his waist. their legs were tangled together and their foreheads were touching.

(m/n)'s closed eyes soon opened , even if he couldn't see the sweet scene before him , his sense of touch and hearing did it all for him. "channie.." (m/n) muttered , "yes?" chan answered , taking a deep breath and inhaling the sweet smell of his boyfriend's skin , "can i touch your face?" (m/n) asked. chan's eyes opened and he sat up , "what?" he said , "it's nothing weird..—" (m/n) said , sitting up with chan , "i just wanna know what you look like.." he said. chan giggled before taking (m/n)'s hands and putting them on his face , "it's alright , i was just surprised. you've never asked me that." chan smiled.

(m/n) didn't waste time responding and started moving his hands over chan's face , feeling his plump lips , his cheeks , nose , ears , etcetera. chan's face got visibly red and his skin was hot , (m/n) embraced the heat coming from his boyfriend's face. "you're handsome." (m/n) said , pulling chan's cheeks "reyally? tbank tu.." (really? thank you..) chan said.

(m/n) squished chan's face , peppering his face with kisses , chan giggled saying how it was ticklish , and they soon went back to laying down and under the covers.

(m/n)'s head laid on chan's chest , putting a hand on his pecs and calming down , "you're really handsome you know? it's crazy.." he said , chan just laughed and caressed his boyfriend's hair , and soon both of their eyes closed in the comfort of one another.

a/n ; i know it's really short but this wasn't meant to be long.. lmao..

[seungrem]

Bang Chan x m!reader

‘Life Without You’ - Part 1 of 2

anon request - masterlist - Part 2

summary: Male!reader and Chan share a special connection in their teen years, though a difference in goals and family disapproval cuts their time short. Years later, someone attempts to pick up the pieces they both had left behind.

( overview: student & idol chan, student & non-idol reader, breakup, right one, wrong time trope )

( slight mentions: homophobia and family issues, arguing, and closeted feelings )

ty anon for being my first request! Very happy to write for you. <3 Part 2 soon!

emoji code:

+🫧 (angst)

🌿 (around 4k words, part 1 of 2)

☁️ (means y/n)

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The sun hung high toward the west, glistening above thin clouds. Chan rested his head on the school desk as he watched those clouds linger past the window. With only a few minutes of class left, the boy tuned out whatever the teacher was saying. He thought about the boy he was going to be meeting after school- the one with the beautiful smile and soft touch.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the sound of books closing and zippers sliding, him quickly picking his head up and packing his bag. The bell rang, the students hurrying to depart as it was now the end of the day. Chan was the last to leave as he threw his backpack around his shoulder and patted down his school uniform. He moseyed out of his class, catching eyes with that extra-special boy.

☁️ rested his back against the wall right outside of Chan’s classroom, eyeing the boy up as he smiled. Chan smiled flirtatiously as the boy in front of him gave him a sudden boost of energy. It was almost as if ☁️ was the sunlight to Chan’s plant cell, or whatever the teacher was saying. He approached ☁️ and greeted him.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” ☁️ replied slyly, his back still against the wall as Chan placed his body only inches from ☁️’s.

“Ready?”

☁️ nodded, the two then strolling side by side down a hallway of tans and browns. They stepped outside into the crisp air as clouds began to block the sun. ☁️ and Chan settled at the nearest picnic table, many other students having already done the same. Talking amongst themselves or doing schoolwork, they paid no mind to the two boys. Chan looked around nervously, though he always did this when around ☁️ in public. The two sat across from each other, ☁️ placing his head into his hands.

This pattern of sitting outside after school became tradition as the two boys had been spending a lot of time together recently. Having met through a group project, the two very obviously felt something for each other. After becoming friends, that feeling was more than platonically mutual. Both were scared to fully act on it, the fear of what others would think restraining them.

The two talked for a while as the clouds departed from the sky, the sun’s rays now shining through the tree branches above. Chan periodically lookedaround, resulting in ☁️ becoming irritated.

“Why do you always do that? Am I that embarrassing to be around?” His tone didn’t change as to not start an argument.

“I always tell you this- I’m not embarrassed to be around you, I’m just..”

“Paranoid?” ☁️ said without much emotion, trying not to roll his eyes. Chan sighed and shook his head, looking down at the table. The two argued about the idea of them together in public pretty often.

“It’s fine, though. Do you wanna go?” ☁️ grabbed his backpack strap and threw the bag over his shoulder. Chan did the same, the two waking together out of the school’s patio and down the sidewalk. With ☁️ to his left, Chan discreetly analyzed his friend’s face and figure.

“You’re going to come over, right?” Chan asked, him still looking over to his friend.

“Would you like me to?” ☁️ responded, almost sarcastically. He kept his head pointed forward.

Chan sighed and grabbed the boys arm. He wrapped ☁️’s hand around his bicep as they continued down the empty sidewalk.

“Of course I would.”

“Hmph.” ☁️ scoffed at Chan, though he couldn’t help but smile afterward. He wouldn’t glance over to Chan until they finally arrived to Chan’s house. ☁️ let go of Chan’s arm to walk up the steps behind him, the two stepping in and taking their shoes off. Chan ran over to the kitchen where his mom was, which he usually did to greet her and let her know that his friend was over. The two then ran upstairs, holding hands as they did so. Walking into Chan’s room, ☁️ placed himself on top of Chan’s bed as his friend closed the bedroom door. Chan walked over to the boy, pushing his shoulder back and softly falling next to him on the bed. ☁️ smiled and wrapped an arm around Chan’s neck as Chan pulled the two closer to each other. Now lying on their sides, the two rested while holding each other. Chan placed a kiss on ☁️’s forehead as he laid with his eyes open, admiring the beauty of his friend.

He thought about the idea of him becoming something more with ☁️, dismissing it as he thought about his future. He didn’t want to address his goals as it would probably cause the two to split permanently, and he enjoyed ☁️’s company too much. He knew that the both of them would be devastated, more so himself.

The boy in front of Chan fell asleep in his arms, Chan using this opportunity to replace his arm with a pillow. He draped a warm blanket over ☁️, watching as the boy rested peacefully.

☁️’s eyes opened to see Chan laying on his stomach beside him, typing on his computer. The window’s blinds were closed and a lamp light was on. ☁️ darted upwards.

“How long have i been asleep?”

“A good hour.” Chan grabbed ☁️’s shoulder and pulled the boy onto his back, cuddling him close.

“You should probably head home.. you know how your family gets.” Chan looked down and smiled as he climbed over ☁️, resting his face into his neck. ☁️ laughed at the tingly feeling and moved his hand down Chan’s shirt.

“I thought you wanted me to go home.”

Chan lifted his head. “I don’t want you to go home. But you should. I’ll walk you.”

“It’s fine, I don’t think my family is very fond of you.”

“Oh, why?”

“..No reason in particular.” ☁️ looked at Chan, who looked taken aback, as though he was offended. ‘He would be more upset if he knew why..’ ☁️ thought to himself.

He lifted Chan’s arm from his body as the two climbed off of the bed. ☁️ stretched and grabbed his backpack, Chan shutting his computer screen.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” ☁️ announced as he threw his backpack over his shoulder.

“At least let me walk you out.” Chan sighed with an emotionless expression across his face. He opened the room door, motioning the boy to walk through first.

The two made their way back downstairs, ☁️ opening the front door and stepping outside. Chan leaned against the door as ☁️ walked out, ☁️ waving behind him as he walked down the porch steps. Chan waved back, though ☁️ had already turned around and made his way home.

-

The sky was transitioning from orange to purple as ☁️ walked home. There was a slight breeze again, causing him to shiver slightly.

☁️ approached his home, sighing. Just as he reached for the door knob, the door swung open, his mother on the other side.

“☁️, where were you?”

“I was at a friend’s house. You know I always hang out with friends after school.”

“Which friend?”

“Mom..”

“Which one, ☁️?”

☁️ walked through the door, walking past his mother as he dropped his bag down. He hesitated to answer her question.

“It was Chris.”

“☁️ you know how I feel about that behavior.”

“I wasn’t implying anything, he’s just my friend.”

“I don’t believe you.”

☁️ sighed and took his shoes off, turning his back to his mom. He grabbed his bag and turned to face her again.

“I don’t want you hanging out with him anymore.”

“Mom, I don’t see him that way..”

“You can like boys when you have your own home, not while you’re in mine.”

☁️ remained silent and nodded, turning around and walking to his room. He shut the door and climbed into bed, the weight of his emotions rendering him immobile.

Chan and ☁️ had been “seeing” each other for the past few months, but it’s been very hard to move past this awkward phase they were in. It could be because of ☁️’s family and their beliefs, or it could be because Chan thinks that he has an image that he must maintain. Regardless, a decision had to be made soon, which stressed ☁️ out.

Hopeless and tired, ☁️ skipped dinner and decided to get ready for bed early. He quickly fell asleep after changing and brushing his teeth.

☁️ walked down a school staircase alone, though he quickly spotted the boy he was meeting. The boy smiled and waved from a table in the cafeteria. Smiling and waving back, ☁️ took a deep breath as he walked over to him.

Chan’s best friend since, well, forever, Felix knew everything about him. This included ☁️ and Chan’s “friendship.”

After asking to speak to the boy privately, ☁️ sat down at Felix’s table. The two of them sat alone while everyone in the surrounding tables disregarded the world around them.

“Thanks for doing this, Felix. I wanted to talk about Chris.” ☁️ placed his bag beside him and looked at the boy, who had a small carton of strawberry milk in front of him.

“Sure, what about him?”

“I know that you know about us, and we’ve been very stagnant in our relationship. We aren’t.. anything, but I used to hope that we would eventually be.. something. Does that make sense?”

Felix nodded his head in understanding, looking around him as he thought to himself.

“Where would you say you two stand, as of right now?”

“I’m not sure, we just hang out sometimes. And spend time alone occasionally.”

Felix raised an eyebrow, ☁️ not sensing judgement from his action, but rather a suggestive thought.

“So like, a situationship..?”

“No, it’s.. more intimate than that. I think.”

Felix nodded again, looking down at the table.

“I don’t think you should take it personally, Chris has a lot going on. He recently got recruited into an entertainment company, and plans on becoming an artist.”

That news shocked ☁️ as he thought to himself. “Why wouldn’t he tell me that..”

“I’m sure he planned to, and I’m also sure it’s difficult to choose between his dream and a life with you.”

☁️ felt his throat become dry. He was upset that Chan would hide something so important. Realizing that they haven’t communicated their future with each other, he knew they had always been happy to just be in each other’s presence.

Felix watched as ☁️ became lost in his own thoughts. He felt bad for both ☁️ and Chan. The two had so much love to give, especially Chan, as he’s told Felix in private. Chan also informed Felix about ☁️’s family and their beliefs, Chan also ranting to Felix about the family’s odd dislike of him. Felix knew that fate had other plans for the pair, but kept it to himself.

“You should really talk to Chan. I’m sorry he didn’t tell you about this.”

☁️ looked up from Felix as the boy dragged him out of his thoughts. “Thanks Felix. I appreciate it.”

Felix nodded with a sympathetic smile, ☁️ then grabbing his bag and taking off to his next class.

-

Chan took his time to pack up as the bell rang. The last one to leave the class, he saw ☁️ across the hallway, except his expression was different today. The boy didn’t have a playful smile as he usually did, but rather a gloomy gaze. Chan approached him, stopping only until they were a few inches apart.

“Chan.” ☁️’s tone wasn’t aggressive or annoyed, but rather the opposite. His voice was soft and precise, causing Chan to become hesitant.

“You okay?”

“Yes, I spoke to Felix today. He told me about your recruitment into an agency.”

Chan didn’t say anything and looked from ☁️’s face to the floor.

“Why didn’t you tell me about that? I didn’t even know you were interested in music.”

Chan took a few steps back from ☁️, avoiding eye contact.

“We should walk and talk.”

☁️ pushed off of the wall and threw his backpack over his shoulder. ☁️’s eyes never leaving the Chan’s, the two began down the hallway in silence.

Annoyed this time, ☁️ asked again.

“Is that why you didn’t wanna be more.”

“There’s more to it, ☁️.” Chan replied almost immediately. ☁️ stopped walking, though Chan took a few steps forward and turned around.

“Like what?” ☁️ raised an eyebrow at him.

“Your family. The people here at school. My agency. I can’t..” Chan took a pause. “I need to protect my reputation to become an artist. I can’t afford to have rumors spread. And your family wouldn’t let us be together, anyway.”

“So you didn’t plan to commit at all?” ☁️ was frustrated, this frustration leaking into the tone of his voice. Chan looked around and sighed aggressively.

“☁️, please don’t put the fault on me. If everything was perfect, I’d want to be with you, forever. But everything isn’t perfect. You also need to think- you could get in so much trouble if your family found out about us. I don’t want that..”

☁️’s heart sank, knowing that he was, at least somewhat, right. If they lived in a perfect world, people wouldn’t see them differently. If they lived in a perfect world, they could be together, and without worry. Tears formed in his eyes as he quickly wiped them away.

“Yeah, I get it.”

“I don’t regret.. my time with you. I just don’t…” Chan paused again, not sure how to word what he was trying to say without hurting ☁️’s feelings more.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to explain yourself any more.”

A few students walked past the two, Chan grabbing ☁️ by the arm and softly pulling him against the wall so they wouldn’t see him upset.

“I didn’t want to make you upset, okay?” Chan wiped ☁️’s face with his shirt.

“I was just really scared to tell you. I was avoiding it and ended up making you upset anyway. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I had my expectations too high.” ☁️ was now the one avoiding eye contact with Chan.

“When you said that I should be realistic, especially about my family, I realized..”

“I didn’t say it like that..” Chan said with a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. The two stood in silence for a moment, Chan still in front of ☁️ against the wall. ☁️ noticed Chan’s eyes shimmering in the sunlight, as if he held a vast ocean inside.

“I guess this means we’ll go our separate ways, then?” ☁️ wiped his face with his sleeves one last time. Chan grabbed the boys hand.

“I’ll respect any decision that you make.”

“It’s not like I really have options, Chris.”

“Oh, yea.. Sorry.”

☁️ let go of Chan’s hand and moved off of the wall. The two stared at each other for a while, admiring each other for what seemed like the last time. ☁️ watched as rays of sunshine hit Chan as he looked from ☁️ to the floor. ☁️ could tell Chan was defeated, though, so was he.

“I guess.. I’ll see you around then.” ☁️ looked over to Chan expectantly, the boy nodding and muttering a ‘yea.’

“Would you at least let me walk you home?”

“I don’t think I need you to. Thanks, though.”

☁️ turned his back to Chan and walked to the staircase, slowly making his way down. He didn’t turn around, but assumed Chan stood motionless, watching him walk away. ☁️ had a lot of thoughts going through his mind, but tuned them out as he stepped outside. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, though the wind was heavy and cold, for springtime anyway.

“Did you stop talking to that boy?” ☁️’s mother walked into his room, where the boy laid flat on his bed once again.

“Yes, we don’t talk anymore. Partially because of you.”

“I’m just trying to protect and teach you.”

“Protect me from what? And teach me what?” ☁️ spoke calmly, rising up slowly to face his mother. He was already agitated.

“Teach you that this.. behavior.. is not okay. Liking boys is not okay, ☁️. You do whatever you want outside of this house, but you will not bring that here to your family. I love you and I’m trying to show you that there is a better world out there for you.”

☁️ mentally rolled his eyes as his mother continued to curse his existence. He felt just as bad for her as he did for himself, though. She truly did mean well in her mind, though she couldn’t see that there was a world beyond her point of view, too.

“I’ll.. look into it.” ☁️ looked at his mother with a blank expression, him just wanting her to leave at this point. She nodded emotionlessly and closed his room door.

As he laid his head back down, his door opened again. He didn’t pick his head up, but knew it was his father by the way he threw the door open.

“☁️.”

“Yes?”

“I know you already talked to your mom. I expect better from you moving forward.”

“Okay.”

☁️ laid on his back as he stared at his ceiling, his dad slowly closing his room door. ☁️ sighed as he curled up around his pillow, allowing his emotions to finally consume him. The ocean in his eyes began to shimmer this time, with small streams leaking out. Flowing along the side of his face, gentle streams became harsh rivers.

☁️ wandered school halls and streets alone in the months following his departure from Chan. Now the first one out of his classes, ☁️ quickly left the school and walked home everyday. This was to please his family, but more-so to avoid Chan and his friends.

When the two would catch the other’s eye in the halls, ☁️ would look away. He didn’t want to be reminded of the time they spent, or wasted, together.

No contact was made a bit easier by the block button below Chan’s number. Social media became less interesting, not that Chan ever used it anyways.

-

Graduation approached quickly. ☁️ celebrated with his family before preparing to leave abroad for higher education.

By the end of the school year, ☁️ managed to make new acquaintances while also keeping busy. Chan was still rummaging through his mind, though, making a mess of his thoughts. ☁️ was no longer upset, but still held on to a bit of the love he wanted to give Chan. The boy now had his own ambitions and goals, focusing solely on working towards them without distractions.

The move came quickly as ☁️ was prepared to start fresh. A new country, with new people, and new opportunities. Eventually, the Chan that made a mess in ☁️’s mind began to fade out of existence, ☁️ only seeing the boy as a lesson learned. Occasionally, though, he would visit Chan’s social media account to see if anything had changed.

-

After a few months of moving abroad, Chan’s account became unavailable. ☁️ assumed Chan had blocked him or deactivated it. This resulted in ☁️ checking his friend’s, Felix’s, account every few weeks. After a year of moving, Felix’s account became unavailable as well. ☁️ gave up on trying to keep up with the two, deleting the app entirely as it no longer served him. He was sure to keep his account, just in case of course.

-

Attending classes, meeting new people, and working a simple side job occupied ☁️ so much that Chan was no longer a thought. ☁️ would forget what he sounded like, and what he felt like. Initially, it was a terribly despairing feeling, ☁️ eventually deeming it necessary to finally move forward. It took graduation, a summer break, and a college semester, but ☁️ had finally leaned to be content in his independence.

Now, ☁️ lived in control of his future. He was away from his family and no longer yearning for someone special. Nothing could throw him off pace now.

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a/n: part 2 coming soon, come back in March. ~*+ Thanks for reading!

[locallixie]

Hi if your request is open, can I request a top!sub! bang chan x dom!bot!male reader were the bang chan fails his art class yet his art teacher (reader) gave him a chance to pass his exam by inviting bang chan to paint him naked which lead to reader riding his student's cock.

extra credit — bang chan

> summary . art is the one subject he hated the most, and it shows through his falling grades. luckily the teacher was nice enough to let him do extra credit to pass.

> genre . smut, lowkey pwp, art teacher!reader, student!bang chan, sub-top!bang chan, dom-bot!reader, masc!reader.

> warnings . unprotected sex, blowjob, strong language, semi-public sex, cum eating.

(wc) > 2.1k

(taglist) > @jihanlovic

(sunny’s note) ✩ here’s my opinions on art through a bang chan smut, i don’t like modern art.

Art is subjective, and sometimes, it could even be absolutely senseless. There was no strict mold or form that art had, it was made to be a creativity exercise for the people participating. Yet, how did his own artistry failed him this badly? He was fairly good at every other subject, even chemistry! He was excellent at music, where his creative juice flowed the most. But how come it wasn’t the same for this god-forsaken subject?

“Chan, I need to talk to you after class.” You told right after handing him back his final exam’s piece.

He cussed under his breath, poorly scored with being below fifty percent which instantly meant that he failed. There was no way in hell he could explain this to his parents, this one subject really fucked him over. What did he signed up for art in the first place, it wasn't mandatory to have an additional elective?—Music was his original choice. Chan could not let one bad final grade to fuck up his reports completely, a mindset of a perfectionist. Definitely could not make any more mistakes during his senior year, he was nearing his graduation soon in about two or three months of school left.

Minho looked over, noticing the other's distressful state. "Bad score? Show me, what did that geezer give you?"

Chan sighed, silently sliding his final piece to Minho's space of the desk they shared together. "Minho, watch your mouth, what is with you and [Y/N]?"

Expressing disgust as he gazed at the bold red numbers on Chan's final piece, "I don't like [Y/N], he's such a bitch." Minho wasn't entirely sure why he hated you, more like conflicted as you were nice yet overly strict at points, that made him despised the bipolar behaviour of yours and you all together.

You were young, early-twenties it seemed, you have only been teaching for about two years which meant you were fairly new. Your students mainly comprised of juniors and seniors, but you had other freshmen and sophomores when operating after school club. In charge of standard level IB art, you weren't a big deal.

The bell rang loudly, signifying the end of fifth period. Chan stayed behind, waiting for everyone to leave the classroom so he could get this conversation over with. Minho wished him 'goodluck', before he was about to come face-to-face with the devil.

"Bang Chan, I think you're fully aware of why we are having this talk, right?" You leaned on your desk, resting your head on your hand as you focused your gaze upon him.

Without sugar-coating anything, "You're failing my class." You told sternly. "You know this is IB level art, correct? It's also your senior year, you can't turn back now."

Chan let out a dragged breath, "I...I'm not satisfied with this grade."

You simply nodded, a bit of deviousness in your tone of voice. "I figured, are you asking me for a second chance?"

He was crazy for going through with this, an IB diploma? He remembered now, he signed up for art was because of his goal of diversifying his profile for future academic opportunities. If his first and prioritized major didn't work out, he had multiple back-up plans with such a powerful diploma. But now here hopeless with his IB diploma jeopardized, all that hard work down the drain in less than a minute.

"Is there something I could do for extra credits? [Y/N], please." Everyone called you by your first name, despite being in the higher position of a teacher. In repay for letting your students get comfortable and dropping almost all formality, you would break them down even harder than the shape they used to be. If they failed with the same comfortability, you wouldn't come save them, too bad!

But Chan, Chan in particular piqued your interests. You caught on with the looks he gave you during class, he glanced and shyly waved when you two would passed by in the hallway. He had many potentials, you liked his ideas and perspective, however he lacked experiences and techniques.

"You come to my class after school, you'll do a gouache painting for me. How does that sound?" You suggested, even though you knew beforehand that he was going to accept nonetheless.

“When should I drop by?”

“Thursday, and I expect you to arrive on time.” Chan was usually late when class took place during sixth period—which is the last period of the day. Only late to your class, you heard from your colleague who taught global politics during sixth period that Chan has always been on-time except for some rare excused absences. Odd was it? As if he didn’t want to see you, or he dreaded attending your class almost. Students these days, gosh!

This week has been hectic, final projects from multiple different classes, a mock exam coming up soon on next Tuesday, and now he has to worry about fixing his damned grades. One more bad day and he was going to actually lose his mind. Prom was coming up as well, and if all of this wasn't resolve by next week, he might not be able to attend.

Thursday rolled around, after all the classes during the day, he came over to the art room on the south corridor—where your classroom was located. Chan was supposed to be tutoring Jisung on calculus today at the library, but now he has to reschedule with the younger. If he could get this stupid final piece over with, he might be able to make it to the tutoring session.

You were in the midst of setting up when he barged in, "Oh great, we'll get started right away! Just take a seat, I'll go get you a new spatula."

After placing a brand new spatula on the small stool in front of Chan, next to the five tubes of gouache paint, you went to lock the door. There were barely anyone at school at this hour, but just as an extra precaution.

"Well, your assigment is simple really. You'll do a painting with a nude model in roughly two hours time." You explained.

"So when is the model coming in?"

"They're already here, you'll be painting me." You smiled at the bewildered look on his face, his ears slowly getting redder by the second. So, this was really happening? Unbuttoning each and every button on your loosely-fitted shirt. A little bit of skin, then your entire shoulders, and then your bare torso on display before his eyes. Off with your dress pants, the rest being discarded along with it, until the cool air was your only article of clothing worn on yourself.

You sat on a couch in front of his station—one that was moved around often for other figure drawing excercises that you had for your students. Leaning back down at the cushion, you chose a pose that you would be comfortable in for the next few hours. Though the pose itself was quite normal, nothing too crazy. But the gaze you had on him made it all the more suggestive, almost like a sex invitation.

"Your time starts..." You glanced at the hanged clock above the blackboard, "Now."

Chan got into work right away, squeezing out paint from the small tubes onto the palette. Chan was a bit embarrassed to look at you, his teacher who he had been with for a whole year, was now naked from head to toes and sitting there with this look in his eyes. To come completely clean, he did thought about your naked body under the clothes you wore during your lectures from time to time, he was a bit surprised to be able to see the real thing.

Painting in the essential shapes as a quick base before he went in with the details a little later. His hands were shaking, his heart was bouncing around his chest like a mad man, he kept turning to his painting then at you and then again. He couldn't keep his eyes off you to save his life, and his pants felt a bit tight too! All he could think about was your bare self on display. Each inch of your skin, each strands of hair that fell on your face, each pinky shade of your cock.

"What's the matter? You look on edge." Asking with half legitimate concerns.

His Adam's apple moved up and down for a split second as he gulped down his saliva. God, he was having a massive boner, and he could not have you know about it. Using his mixing palette as a shield of sort, hopefully covering the tent that formed on his pants away from your knowledge.

"Is it me?" You smirked, your intentions clear on your inviting lips.

"Well...um..." He couldn't think of anything to say, the entire atmosphere between you two were all sexual tension. He wanted to fuck you, but it wasn't like he could say it out and proud.

You put on your robe, lazily drapping it over your nude body. Each step reaching towards him, he couldn't help but wanting to drop everything and take you then and there. You stood just inches away from him, grazing your fingers over his broad shoulders as if you were feeling expensive fur at the store.

Admiring his unfinished piece, "Wow, you're making quite the improvement." You commented.

The shading and the colours were all carefully made decisions, the brush strokes made things looked smoother and more polished in the earlier state. In a way, an artist's painting was their own perspective on the world surrounding them. With that philosophy, that was how Chan saw you through his own eyes. And damn was it also filled with his inner desires.

"You know," You began, "I like your pieces, they all have such a distinct personal touch." Keeping eye contacts, you held his hand and slowly guiding it down your bare chest under the silk robe. Holding up his chin slightly, you placed your lips on his. Out of the blue, yet, you both were expecting this to happen. As if manifested throughout time, every single time he thought about wanting to get freaky with you contributed to this moment.

Young people were bold, Chan was not an exception. He was quick to shove his tongue in your mouth, pump lips crying out for yours. Almost feeling like you were close to passing out with how aggressive he was, you had to pull away for air.

You brought him over to the couch, pushing him down as you got on your knees before him. Undoing his pants, immediately placing your wet and hot mouth over his throbbing cock. Chan's breath hitched, his rough hand grabbing your hair as he squirmed and twitched in his place.

"Oh my God, [Y/N], keep sucking me like that, you're amazing." Chan breathed heavily, hips slightly jerking up. Tongue flicking over his sensitive tip, sending shivers all over his body. Technically screaming for you with his little whimpers, breathy moans turning you on.

Your mouth felt full as he emptied his load, a few drops even leaked out the corners of your mouth. You swallowed the entirety down your throat like the dirty whore that you were for your student, an action that brazen made his face blushed like an after party.

Before he could unbutton his uniform shirt, you were already disrobed and stradling him. Your lips were back to kissing him, at the same time, you were lining up his cock for the next event. Steadily sitting yourself down on top of him, his hard cock stabbing slowly into you, your fleshy and warm walls wrapping over.

Chan placed his hands on your hips, securing you in place. The next minute, and you were bouncing, grinding on him as if none of this was wrong. His head tilting back, the fucked expression on his face was pleasing to the eyes. "Yeah, baby. Feels good to be inside of me, right? You wish you could just fuck me everyday."

Half-lidded eyes, hair sticking to his forehead, way too lost to reply. "If you're this fucking great, I guess I have to let you pass." You complimented, gripping a handful of his brown locks, slaming your lower body down on him. He came so much that you felt it dripping out onto the couch—that meant you would have to get it clean up, what a difficult story it would be to tell the cleaners.

After cleaning up the brushes and paint, you were officially finished for the day. You placed Chan's piece on the drying racks, you would never be able to look at this painting without being reminded of what went down today. Though, now you knew how vast his skills were.

You held his tie, flattening his shirt with your hand. "I'll see you in class next Monday, don't be late~"

[asherthehimbo]

Listen to my music, listen to your heart

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[gaygodlywriting]

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«long days» b.chan

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«genre: fluff

«pairing: bangchan x m! reader (M as in MALE, fem readers DNI)

«relationship status: lovers

«warnings: n/a

«summary/prompt: After a long day, A sleepily walks in to the bedroom where B sat reading a book, A lays down against B’s chest. A attempts to read a few pages along with B but unltimately drifts off to sleep, B then lays A down comfortably and shuts the lights off. B then crawls back into bed and cuddles into A then drifts off into sleep.

«word count: 616

«type: drabble

«writer: maddox/madds

«a/n: i really hope this is good, no promises though ㅋㅋㅋ it’s super short becuz idk im tired i’ll do full fics some other time. sorry for the mistakes i was so tired writing this and haven’t proof read

«requests: open (pls request im begging)

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you had been reading for a while, maybe since 22:00, it was a boring day and you couldn’t sleep. especially not without chan. it was much easier with him at bay, by your side. you didn’t want him to feel all alone upon arrival home. you would only sleep once you could be next to him, something about him being in your presence was so comforting.

it was around 02:31 when the bedroom door was swung open to a tired figure standing in the doorway. you glanced away from your book to the short messy-haired male that was slowly trudging your way. he had pushed the door shut and was mumbling incoherent words/noises through yawns.

you fought back the need to run up to him and give him the biggest hug that you have been waiting for all day. instead you allowed him to come to you.

“what are you doing up?” chan spoke softly, hardly audible. you gave him a soft smile, coaxing him towards you with one arm open wide so he could slither his way into a comfy position.

he set one knee up on the bed and it bowed in his direction. he quickly crawled his way under your arm leaning on your chest. “just reading, and waiting for you.” you responded allowing him to adjust his positioning. you laid your arm on his shoulder, slightly forcing his head onto your chest. your fingers danced in his hair before you continued speaking, “how was your day?”

he let out a soft ‘mmm’ with a shrug of his shoulders. it was a long day, you knew well enough. he was always so stressed so you didn’t push him any further. he seemed tired enough to pass out at any minute which you were very thankful for. insomnia was allowing him a short, well needed rest.

you began once again, speaking in a soft, endearing tone, “i’m sorry love. i missed you.” you left a small kiss on the top of his head, “i’m sure you did really well today, i can positively say that i’m proud of you. i bet the other seven are too.” you left him a little well deserved praise. he nodded his head slightly into your chest.

you continued reading for a little while longer. after a bit, soft snores could be heard from below you. his breath had slowed and he finally was in at least a light sleep. you took a glance at your page number, easily mesmerizing it, and closed the book. you moved to the side in the slightest so you could place the book on the bedside table. you pulled chan close for just a moment longer. admiring the way his chest rose and fell. it brought you an immense comfort that was physically unable to be expressed through words. after a minute you grabbed chan’s shoulders and laid him on the pillow so you could stand up.

he stirred in the slightest, peering through half lidded eyes at you. you gave him a quick glance, “just a second. i’ll be right there.” you smiled in his direction while he allowed himself to close his eyes again. you turned to shut all the lights off and walked around to the other side of the bed.

you quickly moved to shimmy your way under the covers placing an arm over your partners side and placing your legs right behind his. you made sure both of you were perfectly covered and in a comfy position. then you left a light peck on chan’s shoulder as an ‘i love you’ before allowing yourself to bury your head in his back and drift off to sleep.

[gn4bnahc]

Giving Channie a handjob while watching a movie🍿

MDNI!!!

Masterlist

Yall I can’t, this sound like Chan too much 😔

[succubus-hansol]

.₊•✧˚┊ ChanLix X Mn ┊˚✧•₊.

This is a continuation of this post xx

Felix would be wearing a black lacy thong with a pretty butt plug. Chan has assless boxers on for easy access 😏

There would be so much biting, slapping, scratching, drooling etc. Mn would either be a stylist, actor, or solo artist. And this idea could work in many ways. The boys are idols in skz, they are a little-known rock band, many more possibilities.

Chan and Lix are doing their photo shoot and keep sending Mn pictures and videos, Lix sends a video of Chan on set posing for his pic and he's lowly mumbling about their bad dog. Of course they send a video of them making out and grinding on each other to their third boyfriend, just to fuck with him while he's at work. Usually they're not allowed to touch but they look forward to the punishments Mn could and will give them for disobeying his orders.

Chan and Felix get back to their shared apartment with Mn before him. The nest of blankets and pillows from last night's movie marathon in the lounge still set up and a perfect stage for their fun. Hands roaming, teeth clashing, noises come so naturally. They're so excited for how Mn will react when he gets home, they love fucking with him. Felix showing his delicate body off with sensual moves and purposeful actions. Chan with words and attitude, acting like a tough guy who could break anyone.

They help each other get ready for what's to come, helping Felix stretch out and insert his butt plug. Getting on their panties and photo shoot outfits, how they managed to get them home god only knows.

The smirk on Lixxies face when Mn sees them still dressed up like that could make any man crumble, and the smirk would only widen as Chan fists his hand into Lix's hair to pull his head back for easier access to mark up his neck.

Three-way kissing is a fuckin must in this situation. Mn would 100% make them play with each other saying something like "You guys didn't need me earlier, keep going" and they would, but they'd keep looking at Mn and whining. Mn would make Chris stretch himself out in front of him and Lix, putting on a performance before commanding Felix to help him out. Knowing his small fingers wouldn't be much better but both boys are just too easy to please. They are bratty of course, very vocal in a way they think puts them on top. But Mn knows these fuckers, knows their games and how to slowly break them down into nothing

Again Bad Boy Power Bottom Chris, forced to ride Mn and finally he thinks he has the upper hand, like he's about to win this fight till Mn laughs at him and bucks up. Throwing Chan for a loop and losing composure.

Don't forget Lixxie tho, he needs some dick too. Mn would bend him in half, legs up against his chest as jostled with the force of Mn's thrusting. Drool slipping from his open mouth, which would be slurped up by Chris who might slip his cock into Felix's awaiting mouth. Felix loves to feel full.

And Mn telling Lix to suck Chris off like a good little slut. "Look at him Lixxie doll, you're making him such a dumb dog with just your mouth" and Chris would groan so loud with a drawn-out "fuucckkk"

[bangchansdirty-slut]

I Need A Little Assistance

Paring: Top Boss!Bang Chan x Bottom Personal assistant!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Chan needs a little help in his office

More: Masterlist

A/n: This is my first time writing smut and first post, also Requests are opened.

The first thing you notice as you step into Bang Chan's office is the tension thick in the air. It's not an unfamiliar sensation, working as his personal assistant for the past few years, but something about today feels different. He's pacing back and forth, hands thrust deep into his pockets, a frown marring his usually handsome features. You hesitate for a moment, wondering what could possibly have him this worked up, before he finally addresses you. "Hey, I could use your help with something." His voice is strained, almost hoarse. "Would you mind closing the door on your way in?"

You do as you're told, glancing around the room as you close the door behind you. The space is large and luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city skyline. A massive mahogany desk dominates the center of the room, and behind it sits Bang Chan, looking even more unsettled than before.

"It's about this… this thing," he mutters, gesturing vaguely downward. You follow his gaze and notice that his pants are tented, a telltale bulge pressing against the fabric. His cheeks are flushed, and he's trying to adjust himself awkwardly in his seat. You swallow hard, suddenly feeling a mixture of confusion and arousal.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Bang? Maybe I can help," you offer cautiously, inching closer to his desk. You're not sure what's going on, but you know that Bang Chan isn't one to usually show this much discomfort. He glances up at you, relief flashing briefly across his features before being replaced by a look of determination.

"My wife can't seem to help with this," he says, gesturing to the bulge in his pants again. "She just… can't handle it." You bite your lip, feeling a wave of sympathy wash over you. It's not uncommon for married couples to have these kinds of issues, but it's still an awkward situation for both of them.

"I'm not sure if it's something I should be doing," you say hesitantly. "But I could try, if you want me to." His eyes meet yours, hopeful and grateful. "I mean, I'm not an expert or anything, but I could give it a shot."

You take a deep breath and move closer to his desk, standing in front of where his legs are spread. You place your hands gently on his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your fingertips. "Just relax, Mr. Bang," you whisper. "I'm here to help you."

His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he lets out a shaky breath. You can feel the length of him pressing against your stomach as you lean forward, guiding his cock away from your body with one hand while using the other to stroke him gently through his pants. He gasps, and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen tense beneath your fingertips.

"That feels good," he whispers hoarsely. "Just like that." You smile, taking this as your cue to continue. Your grip on him tightens slightly, and you begin to stroke faster, feeling the warmth and length of him in your hand. His hips begin to rock forward, grinding against your palm, and he lets out a moan that vibrates against your skin.

You can tell that he's getting close, and you know that he needs some release. You unbutton his pants and free his cock, letting it spring free and stand at full attention. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and desire. "You're so good at this," he pants. "I needed this."

You kneel down in front of him, taking his cock into your hand. It's thick and hard, and the pre-cum is already starting to drip onto your palm. You lean forward, closing your eyes as you taste him for the first time. His salty flavor fills your mouth, and you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently at first before taking him deeper. He groans, thrusting his hips forward as you take more of him into your mouth.

Your hand continues to stroke him in time with your movements, and you can feel the tension building in his thighs. His hips begin to move erratically, his moans filling the room. You can feel the warmth of him, the weight of him in your hand, and you know that he's close. You increase the pace of your sucking, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock as you milk him, feeling the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of your throat.

He groans, thrusting his hips forward and coming harder, filling your mouth with his seed. You swallow every drop, relishing the taste of him as he shudders and gasps for air. When he finally pulls away, he's flushed and breathing heavily. His eyes meet yours, and there's a mix of gratitude and arousal in his gaze.

He turned you around and gently pushed you down on the table. Your heart raced with anticipation as he slowly pulled down my pants, exposing your throbbing cock. You couldn't help but let out a moan as his hand wrapped around your member,

"Ahhhhhh…" You moan as he teases you. "Fuck… that feels so good…"

His fingers are expertly manipulating your cock, rubbing in just the right way. You feel yourself growing harder, more desperate for release. You try to focus on the sensation of his fingers against your skin, but the way he's looking at you is almost too much. His eyes are intense, filled with desire, and you can feel the heat emanating from his body as he leans in closer.

He leans forward, his breath hot against your ear. "You look so good," he whispers. "I want to feel inside of you." His hand moves away from your cock, leaving you momentarily bereft of sensation, and then he reaches around, guiding your hips forward. Your cock presses against his fingertips, and he lubes himself up with saliva before pressing his cock against your entrance.

There's a brief moment of resistance, but then he pushes forward, and you feel him slide inside of you. You cry out, arching your back as he fills you up. He starts to thrust gently, his movements slow and deliberate at first. "Is this okay?" he asks, concern etched in his features.

"It's perfect," you breathe, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop." He nods, taking your encouragement as permission to go deeper. His hips begin to move faster, his cock thrusting in and out of you in a rhythmic motion. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before, and you can feel the tension building inside you.

Chris leans forward, his chest pressing against yours as he kisses you roughly. His tongue darts into your mouth, tangling with yours as he continues to fuck you. His hands grip your hips, guiding you up and down with each thrust. You can feel the head of his cock brushing against something deep inside of you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.

He picks up the pace, moving faster and harder as he loses control. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and his muscles tense as he gets closer to the edge. You can feel the wet heat of his cum building inside of you, and with every thrust, it pushes you closer to your own release. You arch your back, moaning his name as your orgasm washes over you in a wave of pleasure.

Your body tenses, gripping him tightly as you come, and Chris follows soon after, groaning out your name as he fills you up. His hips buck wildly, driving his cock deeper inside of you, and you can feel the warmth of his release spread through your body. His weight presses down on you, pinning you to the table, and you can feel the strength and power in his arms as he holds you.

For several moments, you're lost in the afterglow of your orgasm, feeling the gentle thrusts of his hips as he continues to move inside of you. The air in the room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the sounds of your bodies moving together are almost hypnotic. He leans in, kissing you tenderly, his lips soft against yours.

"I think I need to sit down," he murmurs, breaking the intimacy of the moment. With a gentle groan, he pulls out of you, his cock slipping free with a wet, sucking sound. You feel the loss of him inside of you, but the warmth of his cum spreading through your body is a delicious reminder of what just happened. He turns you around, helps you to your feet, and leads you over to the table.

He sits down, panting heavily, and motions for you to join him. As you slide onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips, you can feel the evidence of what just transpired between you. Your cock is still hard, and the warmth of your skin where he touched you is a stark contrast to the cool air in the room. He reaches up, cupping your cheek in his hand, and studies your face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice rough with emotion. You nod, unable to find the words to express how you feel right now. He leans in, kissing you softly, and then nips at your lower lip. His hand moves down, caressing your chest, before sliding lower, tracing a line down your stomach. He looks up at you as his fingers brush against your inner thigh.

"Do you want to do that again?" he asks, his voice husky. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought. The idea of him inside of you again is almost too much to bear. You nod eagerly, and he smiles. He helps you stand up, guiding you over to the couch.

[victorbutnotreally]

So...I'm back

um..yeah.

I've been really busy with uni and because of that, I haven't been able to do things I love. I know I said I won't be back (omg i'm so embarrassed thinking about how much of a drama queen I was being), but I was reading some of my works and remembered just how much I enjoyed writing. And I saw the activity on my blog, and I am so honored. And there's still things I wanted to write. So I decided that leaving is not the right thing. I won't be updating very often as I'm a neuroscience major with a lot on my hands, but I will upload.

So if you have any requests for my dramatic ass, please feel free to send them in.

@forever-atiny,your comment honestly inspired me to come back, so there's that.

[yongbokkk]

i have a request!! (non-idol au • he/him pronouns • confident bang chan • shy reader) so basically…(male reader) goes on a coffee shop date with itzy since they’re best friends lol (you can do less than 5 members if you want i don’t mind hehe). reader spots a very hot stranger(a very teasing and confident bang chan). bang chan makes eye contact with him and ofc reader gets flustered as hell. itzy, being reader’s besties, hype him up to go ask bang chan for his number…long story short, reader leaves with bang chan’s number and a big fat crush on him. you can of course expand this story if you want to!! love your work:))). -🌸

your number, please?

pairings: bang chan x male!reader

genre: fluff, non-idol au

a/n: i didnt know which hair era you wanted, but i miss his superior blonde hair 😍 also sorry if i switched from 2nd to 3rd pov 😭

"i might just go here everyday if the coffee tastes like this." you said, sipping on your delicious drink.

"i know right, i can't believe it!" yeji brightens up on the taste of the cafe's coffee.

from the corner of your eyes, the glass door had swung open, and you saw a blonde man walk in the store.

my, oh my, he was handsome, hot, and attractive. out of nowhere, you felt yourself staring at the boy longer than you think.

then all of a sudden the two of you locked eyes, your face flustered of embarrassment when he tugged the corner of his lips into a smirk.

ryujin and yeji seemed to notice this, they exchanged a knowing look to each other. they smirked as they come up with an idea.

"your coffee is about to run cold if you keep staring like that." yeji commented and she was right, the drink in your hands was beginning to get warm.

"huh? oh." you quickly drunk it all, leaving a bit behind so you couldn't choke yourself.

"woah, slow down. maybe you should go ask his number before you go crazy." ryujin teasingly suggested.

"wha- who??" you pretended to be clueless.

"seriously?" yeji sighed while ryujin face palmed, she then pulls you to stand up and force you towards the blonde man. "man up for once."

"you can do it!!" you could hear them cheer from behind you, you silently cursed them under your breath.

as y/n inched closer to the attractive man, he swore he could feel himself sweating out of nervousness.

finally, he was beside chan. y/n tapped his shoulder, catching the blonde's attention.

"there's a problem, i don't see your number in my-" y/n had an unreadable face as he said it all in a milisecond, but he was quickly cut off by chan.

"contacts. don't worry, it'll be there," he took your phone which was indicating for him to type his number. "it's bang chan, by the way."

he handed the phone back and winked at y/n, causing the h/c to rush off back to his seat with ryujin and yeji.

they all roared in laughter at him, making y/n more embarrassed than ever.

"haha! what kind of flirting was that?!" yeji continuesly slapped his forearm, while ryujin held her stomach in laughter.

"shut up."

sooner or later, the three all decided to leave for the day. y/n said goodbye to his two friends, walking off to who knows where.

y/n heard a ding coming from his phone, he picked it up and sees a notification from 'channie😉'

"hope we'll meet again. <3"

the h/c blushed and smiled at the message.